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Let The Blind See (after all it's one of his miracles)

Let The Blind See (after all It’s one of his miracles)

What blindness god bestows,
on such a stupid race as mine.
No light from this man glows,
still they swallow every line.

Can none but your sinners see,
how false and greedy is his house.
How much better life would be,
if his enlightenment we’d douse.

There’s no fairness off vicar or priest,
when they pass out his goodwill.
Political wealth controls his beast,
while a poor man’s life stands still.

It’s time, I feel my vomit again rise,
thinking how desperate we’ve become.
Believing religion is so great a prize,
we forsake each other for his kingdom.

We murder, rape, buy off another’s land,
declaring our energy needs more needy.
That our christmas lights can shine grand,
while warming the arses of all the greedy.

He uses this energy that we’ve just stolen,
making murderous weapons to use or sell.
Keeping his rich disciple’s bellies swollen,
knowing if they sin, to ring his pristine bell.

Thousands of years man’s believed this lie,
those who stand against get mown down.
Such is the cunning of sin holy men do cry,
that Satan’s wicked witches should drown.

These lives weren’t the only ones he‘d choose,
when his servants would murder fellow man.
Any poor person who did his large ego bruise,
were disposed of in his almighty righteous plan.

This thought out by rich men of crass,
who hold on dearly to his regal helm.
Evolving with their god the word, class,
that word would so many lives condemn.

They want adornment from those beneath,
running around wearing their silly crowns.
Only when we bow down will they bequeath,
silly pieces of tin or gold that claim us clowns.

I for one forsake his self indulgent way,
declaring those who follow him, supine.
I want for me and my people a better day,
never living under religion or it’s swine.

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All the awfulness of man made religion. The battles and hypocrisy in the name of .god

You're very welcome, and thank you for reading and commenting. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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